A Sorrowful, Precious Second Chance_ Break the Clouds_The Sassy, Silent and Sarcastic_Daywalkers
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A Sorrowful, Precious Second Chance
“We’re running out of time.” Crystal barely heard the declaration even though Brian was right next to her. She was too absorbed in the decorations to be completely present. Balloons made to look like bubbles were strewn around the gymnasium, green streamers hung from the ceiling, and purple and blue lighting glided around the floor making it look like it was meant for dancing that night. Is “Under the Sea” still a popular theme, Crystal wondered. Maybe it was just easy and hence, still popular. “Out of time? No one arrives at parties when they start. I’m pretty sure high school reunions are th...
Break the Clouds
Content Warning: domestic abuse, panic attacksWhen that little boy walked into my store, I could feel my heart break. Woe was scattered upon his freckles, and his sleeves stretched over his wrists. In the dead of winter, he wore only a t-shirt. I still remember how quiet his voice was, the soft tingle of the door as it blurred his question: “do you have anything happy I can read?”My cat, Nemo, let out a small meow, as I craned my neck to see the small boy. He may have been the shortest kid I’d ever seen. His hair fell in chubby curls, and his eyes were large-- they seemed to hold the sun insid...
The Sassy, Silent and Sarcastic
“I’ve got a plan.”Alyssa was stunned at the blood red haired girl’s statement at her doorstep. Sara’s hair color was just an off-shoot of her entire wacky behavior. Sara flinched at anything normal and resorted to only abnormal tendencies like standing at her friend’s doorstep during midnight with an idea. Alyssa’s puffed eyes were not only open halfway, but her mouth was too dry to talk. Alyssa coughed - “Wha.. What idea? What time is it?”Sara’s eyes boomed - “It's midnight.” Alyssa didn’t bother to glean the significance of Sara's unwelcome visit, as she waited for Sara’s impatience to revea...
Daywalkers
“I won’t do it!” The words sounded wet coming out of Janice’s mouth. She wiped her fangs with her tongue.“Dammit, Mira!” He pounded his fist on the table, rattling the dice and food wrappers that littered it. “House Giovanni will not stand for your insolence!” Six sets of eyes whipped back to the young lady in glasses.Janice sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her red velvet bodice. “I don’t care. It’s not right.” The watching eyes all returned to the tall but lumpy man who stood staring at his political opponent from beneath a black top hat. He spoke with devilish conviction, “You...